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In Other Centuries, Human Beings Wanted To Be Saved, Or Improved, Or Freed, Or Educated. But In Our Century, They Want To Be Entertained. The Great Fear Is Not Of Disease Or Death, But Of Boredom. A Sense Of Time On Our Hands, A Sense Of Nothing To Do. A Sense That We Are Not Amused.

Human Beings Never Think For Themselves. For The Most Part, Members Of Our Species Simply Repeat What They Are Told - And Become Upset If They Are Exposed To Any Different View. The Characteristic Human Trait Is Not Awareness But Conformity. We Are Stubborn, Self-destructive Conformists. Any Other View Of Our Species Is Just A Self-congratulatory Delusion.

Science Is A Kind Of Glorified Tailoring Enterprise, A Method For Taking Measurements That Describe Something ? Reality ? That May Not Be Understood At All.

You Know, At Times Like This One Feels, Well, Perhaps Extinct Animals Should Be Left Extinct.

That's Human Nature. Nobody Does Anything Until It's Too Late.